Today I went in a hot-tub and got shot by a shotgun.
The end result of these cumulative affairs was that one got horrendously drunk.
One event naurally led to the other, as it seems to do.
At the moment I amgetting a masasge from a horrendous man seeing as he abstained from my superior drunken cooking. BUt he cannot give me a massage on this chair - a true fool.
I am waiting patiently., like godot... for precisely nothng as they say.
MY friend is waiting up fo me to lock this bloody penthouse up.
bUT TRY AS i MAY i refuse to come anywhere, and ths arrivederci mis amores, I must fly to my waiting chariot before I annoy anyone else.